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                       Why do you guys say that, anyway? No mourners, no funerals?                                            Why not just say good luck or be safe?                                             We like to keep our expectations low.

“Excelsior,“ Gansey said bleakly. Blue asked, “What does that even mean?” Gansey looked over his shoulder at her. He was once more, just a little bit closer to the boy she’d seen in the churchyard. “Onward and upward.” 

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    “simple as that,” said nina. “did you know i’m next in line for the fjerdan throne? they call me princess ilse of engelsberg.”     “there is no princess of engelsberg,” said matthias.     “it’s a fishing town.” nina shrugged. “if we’re going to lie to ourselves, we might as well be grand about it.”

“I thought your Saints would appreciate the challenge.” For a while she said nothing, then from somewhere behind him he heard her. “Men mock the gods until they need them, Kaz.” He didn’t see her go, only sensed her absence.

literature posters : the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater

“Beware, Nephilim. As you slay others, so shall you be slain. Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither God nor the devil has made, an army born neither of Heaven nor Hell. Beware the hand of man. Beware.”

Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.

             she’s the love of my life.

“Pull your shirt up over your mouth,” he told Wylan. “What?” “Stop being dense. You’re cuter when you’re smart.”

“What was a kiss without a kiss?“ It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service, everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair. Hands cupping necks. Mouths dragged on cheeks and chins in dangerous proximity.”

The Roses of Heliogabalus [detail] Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1888)

“ nearly failed on stealth and tracking. i’m dead clumsy! did you hear me break that plate downstairs? ”

“I should close his eyes,” thought Kaz. But he knew if he climbed down the ladder and waded back into the sea, he would never find his way out again. He’d simply let himself drown, and that wasn’t possible anymore. He had to live. Someone had to pay.

To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.